There comes a time with every group when I flip, and deliver the baby bird speech. It's come very early this year for one group; this is a very bad sign. The pre-amble varies, but the climax is always the same.
"It's not enough that I spoonfeed you everything on this course. You lot are like baby birds...you know, those baby birds who sit in the nest and cry until their mother goes out and brings them food... but you lot, you don't just want me to feed you, you want me to eat your food for you, digest it, and then vomit it into your mouths."
And a small voice speaks in the silence. "Please miss, don't throw up in our mouths."
"It's a metaphor!"